A tired young woman

You slap yourself lightly on the cheeks to psych yourself up. You've only done half the move, and you still had other things to sort through besides that. You give your old place a final goodbye and lock the door.

The drive to your new house (yes, it's a house now, not some cramped apartment) is long and tedious. In your excitement, you find yourself reviewing the events that lead to this.

It had been about 30 to 40 years since the first successful extrahuman experiments happened. Though they weren't widely known, the repercussions became clear very fast. Half-human bastards popped out of the woodwork, which caused more than a few awkward family dinners. The inevitable racism appeared just as fast as the new races themeselves, but the government was quick to act. Not much could be done against the large scale racism of society as a whole, but to spare a few unlucky Extra kids from abusive parenting, they were taken in by the Extrahuman Integration Front, or the Extras Front, for short. The government would take them in and set them in their own, mostly isolated communities. To properly teach them how the real society worked, each household would be assigned one or two volunteering humans to act as caretakers.

That's where you came in. Having just turned 21 and still not having much of a career or really any jobs at all, coupled with your somewhat inate ability to look after others, you figured this wouldn't be so bad. Your parents are your only real family, and they didn't mind the decrease in visits if it meant they wouldn't be paying your rent anymore. Plus, you've been interested in Extrahumans since you were a little girl. They were just so cool to you, you would gladly have majored in Extrahuman Studies, if that was really a thing at all. Either way, you would spend at least six months with a new housemate in a new neighborhood. Finally arriving at the steel gates of the oddly intimidating walls surrounding your new home, you reeled your mind back to the present. You parked your piece of faded blue junk in the small garage besides the white building. It would have looked friendly if you ignored the barbed wire around the walls outside. You take a deep breath and start unloading your trunk.